Woman is the light of God.

A lover asked his beloved, Do you love yourself more than you love me? Beloved replied, I have died to myself and I live for you. I've disappeared from myself and my attributes, I am present only for you. I've forgotten all my learnings, but from knowing you I've become a scholar. I've lost all my strength, but from your power I am able. I love myself...I love you. I love you...I love myself.

Inside any deep asking is the answering.

Every moment is made glorious by the light of love.

Listen, O drop, give yourself up without regret, and in exchange gain the Ocean.

In your light I learn how to love. In your beauty, how to make poems. You dance inside my chest where no-one sees you, but sometimes I do, and that sight becomes this art.

This poetry. I never know what I'm going to say.